The ancient words, burning with dark-gold flames, seared themselves into the eyes of hundreds of millions of Yan Country players.
[Do you desire war?]
At that moment, the entire world seemed to have been forcibly muted. Every sound vanished at once.
"What... the fuck?"
On the battlements of Boulder Fortress, Da Shan Zhu Jiu's mouth fell slightly open. A syllable escaped his throat before he could stop it.
He thought the repeated failures and overwhelming shock had made him hallucinate.
But when he blinked hard, the words still hung in the darkness. Every stroke radiated irresistible power, as though the supreme laws of the universe had taken written form.
This was no hallucination! No System Announcement!
This was... the Main God!
The supreme being who had single-handedly forged Yan Country's legend and protected them to this day was asking them himself!
Had he heard them?
Had he heard their furious cries on the forum? Had he felt the longing for war building inside every one of them, ready to burst free?
An indescribable current of awe, excitement, and fervor shot from Da Shan Zhu Jiu's tailbone to the crown of his head!
His blood seemed to catch fire!
He wanted to answer. He wanted to put every ounce of strength he had into roaring the word about to explode from his chest into the darkness!
But he could make no sound. He could not even move.
Before the will of that supreme being, they were as insignificant as dust. They did not even have the right to reply.
But that could not stop the volcano erupting inside him!
To hell with the [Lone Hero] mission!
What kind of hero stood guard over a crumbling corner of a wall?
A true warrior should die in a charge! He should march into